Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 18: Tenderness





Lucius was in his study deep into the wee hours of the night before finally satisfied with the project he was working on enough to go to bed. He had not intended to spend so long over the proposals but the time had gotten away from him. He made his way up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom. He entered quietly into the room that was aglow with moonlight coming through the large windows.





Hermione was curled onto her side, her back to him as he crossed the room to the bathroom. After he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth he climbed into the overly warm bed behind his wife. He had forgone wearing pajamas since casting the warming charm; they only resulted in waking him up to remove them partway through the night when he began to sweat.





He lay on his side staring at the bundle covered in several layers of blankets, her tawny curls spilling out over her pillow. He tugged the blankets down a bit and admired the long line of her back in the silky negligee she was wearing. He had insisted that her nightwear, those horrid pajamas covered in various cartoonish depictions of animals, be replaced with expensive, elegant gowns befitting the wife of a wealthy man. He thanked Madam Elaine once more for her excellent taste.





The lavender silk gown was miniscule at best, it came to mid-thigh with delicate spaghetti straps and a low cut back. He had noticed a matching silk robe draped over the bench at the foot of their bed as he exited the bathroom earlier and found him self eager to see what he wore beneath the blankets.





Lucius moved closer behind her and gently pushed her hair away, baring the back of her neck and the long line of her spine. She shifted a little and he lowered his head to press his lips into the back of her neck. Her sleepy sigh encouraged him to drop tiny, wet kisses down her spine, sliding his body lower in the bed as he trailed his lips and tongue along her soft, sweetly scented skin.





Hermione had been awake since the moment he had entered the room. Something about the energy that had passed between them all day said that things were changing. She was more aware of him than ever before, and more aware of herself. She had not expected to feel the soft warmth of his lips along the back of her neck, nor had she been prepared for the exploration of her back with his mouth. She was dizzy, her head spinning even with her eyes closed.





“I know you are awake, I can hear your breathing change.” He whispered, pushing her gown aside and running his tongue along the curve of her waist. He pushed the thin strap from her shoulder, kissing and nibbling.





“What are you doing, Lucius?” She asked, crying out softly when his hand cupped her breast and he plucked gently at the tender nipple.





“Worshiping the goddess in the moonlight.” He uttered in a hushed voice. He rolled her towards him and pressed his lips just barely against hers. The kiss was so soft, so sweet that she was completely ensorcelled by it, so much so that she didn’t even notice that he was sliding her nightgown down and pushing it over her hips to be lost somewhere in the blankets at the foot of the bed.





His hands moved over her softly. They were not the rough calloused hands of a man used to hard labor, but were soft and silky as they caressed her skin. He reached for her hands and wrapped them around his neck, needing to feel her arms around him, accepting him. Her soft little hands were cool against his heated shoulders as she tentatively explored the muscled contours of his back. His hair fell forward to brush and tickle her skin as he continued to kiss her while his hands explored every inch of her he could reach.





She had worn no knickers beneath her nightgown and he wondered if that was a common practice or if she had anticipated his desire to make love to her that night. He took hold of her hip and shifted his weight to lie on top of her, insinuating his body between her thighs.





He pulled back to look at her, supporting his weight on his elbows. How is it that he had never noticed her pretty lips, or the way her golden eyes flashed with emotion before the ministry put them together?





He leaned back slightly so he could look at her. The soft, alabaster skin glowing in the pale moonlight made her appear preternatural against the silver sheets beneath her. Her breasts were perfect, round and soft, tipped with pale pink nipples that begged for the caress of his tongue. Her waist curved smoothly and flared into rounded hips that now cradled him so comfortably.



He lowered his head and licked softly around the tip of one breast. At her moan he alternated his torture between the two, suckling softly as he brought forth more of the tiny little whimpers that notched his own arousal ever higher.



Lucius wondered where he was finding the patience to be so patient with her. He was normally a more aggressive sexual partner, enjoying the fast, uncontrollable cadence of pure lust and physical release. Maybe it was because she was a virgin, or maybe it was a fear of spooking her that brought forth this unusual tenderness inside him. Whatever the reason, he simply wanted to savor every touch, every second of her surrender.





He caressed the side of her thigh, his hand sliding low to tickle the sensitive flesh at the back of her knee as he pushed her thighs further apart. She moaned softly, pushing her hips up against him, grinding her center against his erection to ease the ache building there with his gentle affections. He reached between them to shove his boxers out of the way and line himself up with her tight opening.





“Say it now if you don’t want this.” His words were rough and his breathing ragged as he looked down at her. There were a million things he wanted to do to her, experience with her, but they would have to wait. He wanted to be inside her. Want wasn’t a strong enough word, he didn’t think he would be able to breathe unless he was buried tight inside her and it scared the hell out of him that she might refuse him, but he had to give her the choice.





“I want this, just please don’t hurt me.” She whispered. Lucius pressed forward slowly, persistently pressing into her tight, resisting flesh. She gasped and cried out at the uncomfortable, burning pressure of his penetration. She suspected that he may be a bit on the large size but really had nothing to compare him to.





“Don’t tighten up like that….damn.” He moaned as the sleek muscles inside her clamped down on the sensitive head of his erection. “Relax, please….if you keep clenching like that I won’t be able to make this good for you.” He lowered his head, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth briefly before kissing her again, using all the skill and patience he possessed to distract and relax her. He had limited experience with virgins and he now understood why he had chosen more experienced women to dally with. He didn’t want to hurt her , he wanted to see her come apart in his arms as she had in the living room, as she had in the hallway of the Potter’s home.





His words had not just been pretty sentiment meant to soothe and comfort, she really was beautiful when she came. When she was thoroughly engrossed in the kiss he pulled back and thrust sharply into her, impaling her fully on his massive length.





“Ouch!” She keened softly, wrenching her lips away from his and trying to pull away from him.





“Shush, just be still, love. Don’t move just lay still and feel…I won’t do anything else, just get used to me being inside you.” He was brushing soft kisses into the damp curls along her hairline. “You feel so good, so hot and tight.” He whispered, groaning when she began to spasm around him involuntarily. “Gods don’t do that, love, you are killing me.” Her grip in his hair lessened slightly the more he kissed her, trailing his lips along her throat and over her shoulders. “There you go….not so bad now.” He slid from her slowly, and then sank back inside, her tight flesh clung to him, easily sucking him back into her and testing his control.





“Oh! That felt nice.” She said, her eyes wide with surprise. Lucius smiled and withdrew slowly once more before thrusting inside again. “Mmmmmm.” She lifted her hips just a little when Lucius began to move inside her slow and steady. The foreign friction inside her tender flesh was almost unbearable at times. She felt like there was more, something she was missing that he was deliberately keeping from her. “Lucius, I need more.” She pleaded, pushing her hips harder up against him. She missed his smug smile thankfully. He slid his hands beneath her bottom and tilted her hips slightly, he didn’t increase the torturously slow pace of his lovemaking, but the change in the angle of his stroking apparently gave her what she wanted.





Hermione felt like she was on fire. She was literally burning from the inside out as she gave herself to him. At first she had believed that it was all a mistake, it had felt as though he were tearing her apart when he pushed inside. But then he started kissing her again, and whispering suggestive words in her ear with that low, sultry tone and suddenly she couldn’t get enough of him. She was unable to control the incoherent cries spilling from her lips as she clutched his back and shoulders, her nails biting into him as he continued his leisurely thrusting.





He rotated his hips just a little and she was instantly overcome, her orgasm crashing on her so suddenly, so forcefully that it not only stunned her, but Lucius as well. He was so unprepared that the greedy clasping of her sheath around him forced his own release and he spilled into her with a loud ragged groan before he collapsed onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.





“How are you?” His voice was muffled against her skin.





“Stupefied.” She panted, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as the aftershocks stole her breath.





“I swear, my wand is leaning against the nightstand.” He chuckled. “Did I hurt you?”





“No.” She reached for his face, cupping his cheeks in her hand and pulling his head from her shoulder so she could look into his eyes. “I didn’t expect such gentleness from you; you made it a beautiful experience.” She said softly, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes and rolling down into her hair.





“Don’t cry.” Lucius wasn’t sure how to respond to a woman’s tears, he never had. “Did I misread you; was this not what you wanted?” He withdrew from her slowly, careful of her tender flesh.





“No, I would have made you stop….I just…..” Lucius rolled his weight off of her and she turned on her side facing away from him, he could see her shoulders shaking slightly as she cried. He felt like a criminal, or at least more of a criminal. He pulled her back into his chest and tucked the blankets up around her.





“You can be honest with me, did I do something wrong?”





“No, I just thought that my first time would be with a man who at least liked me a little.” She sniffed.





“I like you just fine, Hermione, a little more each day.” He said, brushing her hair back from her face. She reached up for his hand and kissed his knuckles before tucking their joined hands between her breasts and snuggling back into him.





“I’m starting to like you, too.” She yawned.





Lucius could sense the moment she drifted off to sleep, but he lay awake for a long time thinking about them, and what they had shared. She evoked a tenderness in him he had thought completely dead, decimated when the dark lord took his family from him. Seeing her cry after they made love had caused his chest to tighten and ache. He was going to go see the healer tomorrow; maybe the stress was causing him to have heart trouble. He began to doze off slowly, his last thought being that he almost hoped it was a heart problem and not him falling for his mudblood bride.



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You weren’t expecting that were you? (grinning evilly) It was her first time, he had to be sweet and gentle or she would never let him in again……just don’t get to thinking Lucius is turning all nice, he can be a tender lover, but the battle is no where near over….





ANGELBABY- So, you picked up a little vibe from Kingsley Eh? The marriage is real….but I cant say any more without giving away too much : )



LOLA – nice one, I happen to be obsessed with Michael Caffee and wish someone would push Cath out a very high window. Good song though, thanks to my obsession with music I have been given a challenge for my next fic. To write it with a soundtrack, every chapter has to have a song that fits with it. At the end of each chapter I will post the song and lyrics that goes with it. Should be interesting LOL But for now, I devote myself to my jerky Lucius LOL (think of any cool songs send them my way though)





LaBIB –You are right about the word elicit….I wish to hell I could find another word processing program. But I digress; the image of a sleeping Lucius is one I myself am also fond of. If I could paint, I would paint him naked on a red velvet chaise, sleeping on his stomach and hang it in my bathroom so I could stare at it during my bubble baths. : )





SAMPDORIA – I too prefer her with the older guys LOL, except Draco, but I think its because Tom Felton is actually an adult…..Im not big into Sirius, but Severus and Lucius are obviously my favorites. Remus is a recent player in my head. David Thewlis is kinda sexy in a geeky sort of way